~Emily~
The following afternoon, as I walked across the campus along the intricate pathways designed for folks my size, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. The gentle sunlight glinted off the leaves of the comparatively gigantic trees that towered above, casting dappled shadows across the meticulously laid stones underfoot. The scent of freshly mowed grass and distant chatter of students filled the air. All in all, it was a gorgeous day.
But my upbeat mood had nothing to do with the beautiful weather. Since the prior night, my thoughts had remained steadfastly fixated on Greg. The way his face had contorted in pleasure as I’d scaled his manhood, his powerful words of passion echoing in my ears - it had been... intoxicating.
As I approached the English lecture hall, its limestone bricks a stark contrast to the verdant lawns surrounding it, I couldn't help but think back to our first encounter - Paired up for an in-class assignment in this very same building.
Greg had been dressed in his usual attire – baggy jeans, a too-large t-shirt with a sci-fi reference that only a select few would appreciate, and glasses that made his eyes seem both vulnerable and curiously deep. There had been a timid, unassuming energy about him, something that made him blend into the academic landscape. Yet even then, as he’d peered down at my tiny form atop the table, nestled amongst our scattered books and pages, I had felt the faintest hint of a primal energy beneath his nerdy veneer, a promise of hidden depths that had intrigued me to no end.
When Greg presented our assignment at the end of the lecture, my suspicions were confirmed. The shy, nerdy project partner who had fumbled over his words during our private discussions had transformed before my very eyes. He stood tall and commanding, his voice resonating with confidence as he articulated our ideas with a finesse that left the entire class spellbound. His gestures were broad and purposeful, his glasses glinting under the bright lights as he emphasized the most salient points. The contrast was so stark, it was as if a veil had been lifted to reveal the true essence of the man I had only just begun to know. His newfound authority was magnetic, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation at the thought of what else might be hidden beneath his meek exterior.
It took Greg forever to ask me out, though I knew full-well he wanted to. In every shared lecture, he’d steal glances at me from across the room, too afraid to approach. But I was more than willing to wait. I now knew that the beast within him was lurking just beneath the surface, begging to be let loose. When he finally scraped together the courage to invite me to his place for a study session a month and a half into the semester, I couldn’t accept his offer fast enough, eager to experience his hidden power in a more intimate setting.
Last night’s “study session” had been everything I’d hoped for and more, a peeling back of layers that had left me hungry to venture into the unexplored territory that was Greg's sexuality. I wondered what other secrets he was hiding beneath that unassuming exterior, and if our next rendezvous would be as explosive as our first.
My daydreaming was abruptly cut off when a gigantic, sandal-clad foot stepped down in front of me, blocking the path ahead. The resulting tremor knocked me on my ass, sending a painful jolt through my backside. I opened my mouth to curse at the giant for their carelessness, but the words died in my throat as I gazed upward and locked eyes with Greg. He looked down at me from on high, a sheepish smile playing across his lips as he realized his blunder.
As I took in the sight of him, my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The tight fabric of his shirt clung to his chest and abs, revealing muscles sculpted by hours of solitary gym sessions, previously hidden beneath his usual nerdy attire. His shorts hugged his hips, hinting at the powerful thighs that had flanked my three-inch form on either side during our escapade the previous night.
Since when did he dress like this?
Suddenly, it dawned on me that his confidence was no longer a fleeting, one-time event; it was a newfound part of him, radiating from within. He gazed down at me with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with a hint of the same mischief that had driven last night’s encounter, and my heart raced as I wondered what other surprises his newfound self-assurance had in store for us.
"You okay?" Greg asked, his voice filled with concern as he came to rest on his haunches, his hand outstretched to help me up.
"Yeah, just a little shaken," I replied, taking the tip of his index finger in both hands, allowing him to gently lift me to my feet. His touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the raw power he'd wielded over me the night before.
"Let me carry you to class," he offered, his smile broadening . "It's the least I can do after, you know, nearly stepping on you."
I couldn't help but laugh at his remark, the sound bubbling from my throat like a tiny bell.
"Okay, but only if you don't drop me."
"Never," he promised, his grin infectious.
With surprising grace, he scooped me into the palm of his hand. My heart skipped a beat as his warm skin made contact with my own, sending a thrill through my body. As he gently rose to his full height and began to walk, his stride confident and sure, I couldn't help but feel like a princess being carried by her gallant knight. I gripped his thumb tightly, the thrill of the moment making me feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.
"This is... different," I murmured, taking in his chiseled profile from my mew vantage point. “I mean... you’ve carried me plenty of times before, but...”
"Yeah," he agreed, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. "But I kinda like it."
The gentle sway of his hand as he walked sent a warm feeling through my loins, and I realized with a start that I was falling harder for Greg than I’d ever fallen for someone before. This wasn’t merely a pity fuck, a friends with benefits situation, a fling... this went much, much deeper.
And how could it not? Greg had it all - the confident, powerful core he'd revealed last night, wrapped in a quiet, awkward, yet no less lovable exterior. I had no idea what the future held for us, but I was more than eager to find out.